More certain now, I make sure nothing is out of place, and turn to leave.
That’s when I see it, on the ground.
The keychain I noticed in his office, the one shaped like a little globe.
I pick it up, weighing it in my hand. Then I realize it’s not just a keychain. It’s also a flash drive.
It must have fallen from the desk, without Caleb noticing.
What information does he store on it?
Suddenly, I hear the sound of the front door open, and then footsteps come in the hall.
“Juliet?”
Caleb’s voice comes, calling for me.
Thinking fast, I hide the globe in the pocket of my robe and slip out onto the balcony, closing the doors behind me. It stretches around the back of the property, with access from every room. In a few short strides, I’m outside the living room—it looks as if I came directly from there, instead.
I lean against the railings, pretending to look out at the view.
“Out here,” I call, sounding casual. A moment later, he steps out, joining me.
“Good morning.” Caleb smiles. He’s sweaty from his run: bare-chested and gorgeous. He pulls me in for a slow, sizzling kiss.
“It is, isn’t it?” I smile back at him, chasing away my guilt. “Good workout?”
“It’s a start.” Caleb gives me a wolfish grin.
I laugh. “You have to keep up your stamina, I suppose.”
“Speaking of…” Caleb yanks me closer again, hands roaming over my body inside my robe.
“You’re all sweaty,” I tell him, even though I love it. The raw, masculine musk of him.
“Then we better get me cleaned up.”
Caleb takes me upstairs, and into his lavish bathroom. He turns on the shower, and promptly strips me naked, pulling the two of us into the steamy walk-in. The water jets pulse down on our bodies, and Caleb wastes no time at all getting me soaped up.
“I like to be thorough,” he murmurs, his stubble grazing my bare shoulder as his hands sweep over every curve.
He kisses across my breasts, licking hungrily at the dip between them as the water runs down in rivulets over them. His hands slide up and down my torso, over the curves of my hips, coming to rest on my ass. He cups it, tempting me closer, until I can feel his cock against my lower abdomen, hard and ready for me.
I close my fist around him, marveling again at the thick girth of it. He lets out a groan as I start to pump, finding a rhythm, soapy and slick.
Suddenly, Caleb pulls back. He spins me around and pushes me up against the shower wall.
“Hands up.” He orders me, and I do as he says, thrilling at the steel in his voice.
I stand there braced, hands flat on the wall in front of me, cheek pressed to the cool marble. He nudges my legs apart, reaching around to possessively cup my sex, petting my clit and making me moan.
“Spread for me, baby,” he demands, and I widen my stance. He pulls my ass back, angling me open, and then I feel the tip of his cock, demanding at my entrance. I brace myself, thrilled, ready for punishment.
This time, he sinks into me slowly. Inch by devastating inch.
I let out a ragged moan as little by little, he fills me up, burying himself to the hilt. His leans into me, his torso hot against my back, his hands roaming again, playing with my breasts as he starts to move.
Deep. Deeper. Fuck.